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- Women Only -
Straight Female / 27

I Married My Daddy

The backstory is that I went to work in an office downtown at a professional company. Everyone was either a professional or had some sort of specialized training. I was hired as a payroll clerk. (I got to see everyone's pay). When the cold weather came, I wore my worn out overcoat and I was on the elevator when one of the men was with me. He noticed my overcoat and asked me why I was wearing that old thing, it detracted from me. I told him that I couldn't afford a new coat.

He said some things and by the time we reached the ground floor he had told me he was taking me to Macy's and he would treat me to a new coat. I was uncomfortable, really uncomfortable, but he insisted and I went with him. First we had to get something to eat so we went to a restaurant and he ordered wine and told me I could imbibe if I wanted. He reached over the table and whisked my hair from my face and told me I was regular pretty. A man can always do with a girl like me.

In the conversation that followed he went on about how a man takes a woman in his arms and keeps her down and inserts himself in her until they become one and ends up with his sperm in her. How would I like that? Would I do that for him?

He did take me to Macy's and he did buy me a coat. A real nice coat. But on the way back to the office we took a detour because he wanted to show me how much I made him want me. It was at my apartment, on my bed, that he showed me how a man takes a woman and keeps her down and inserts himself in her and leaves his sperm in her. Some girls he told me were just meant for certain men and that's how it was for me, I was meant for him.

At work, he had called in to tell my supervisor that I was with him running an errand, my coworker in payroll asked me where I'd been, and I told her, about the coat and the lunch and how he had shown me I was meant for him. Her answer was so matter of fact, 'you are new here and you already have a Daddy?'. Go girl, how lucky.

As the months went by, and I had to take care of my Daddy, I found out that other women had Daddy's too. Including a couple of the professional women. The whole game was about getting a Daddy, and the other women with Daddies knew who had a Daddy and who didn't. And the Daddies talked about 'their girls' and how they had taken them to Vegas or bought them a car or something. My Daddy spent money on me with clothes and furniture and fixing me up in a nice apartment, because when he was there he wanted a big TV and nice easy chair and a nice bed for when he took me and kept me down and inserted himself in me and left his sperm in me.

One of those days, after he had deposited his sperm in me, he asked me why I never called him Daddy. 'You are my girl and I'm your Daddy'. He wanted me to say Daddy fuck me. I wouldn't. I never said 'fuck me'. He did what he did, but I wasn't asking for it.

One night that he stayed all night with me, he grabbed me from behind in bed and held me by my tits and twisted my nipples with his thumb index finger. He had me in a bear hug and my insides were on fire and pushed my finger hard against my clit but I came anyway. He slowly got on me afterwards to deposit his sperm in me. That night I called him Daddy, it came out, by the time I said it the damage was done. He really hugged me tight that night while he inserted himself in me.

It was a several weeks later that I used the word Daddy when some of the girls were talking about going to a male strip joint. 'I don't think my Daddy would like that'.

All that sperm got to me and I turned up pregnant. My Daddy was upset about it, a man his age with a younger woman and now she was pregnant. But he took me to the judge and married me. Just in case, mind you. Being nice to me.

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# 76108 - by Sandy / January 17, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Lesbian Female / 48

    The Price God Demands From Us We Pay To Get Our Children

    My mother and father had a cold distant relationship. When I was still in grade school my father announced he had a woman he wanted to live with. My mother couldn't wait for him to be gone. The day the divorce was final my my mother said 'how can a woman want a man on top of her, she will learn like I did, there is no worse thing'. Then seeing I was looking at her 'it's not your fault, God punished you, and you have to let a man on top of you to have children'.

    Fast forward to college and a Venezuelan girl grabbed me and kissed me, forcing her hand up my shirt. I resisted, but she continued, 'you are liking this'. I was, but I didn't admit it. Later I met a girl named Vicky and when she kissed me I fell back and let her open my shirt and kiss my tits and feel me up between my legs. I really liked it, and dreamt of it, my day was complete when I could be with her.

    Our affair ended when we left college. I heard she married a hometown boy and had a son soon after. It took years for me to get over her. One day a man told me across the lunch table he wanted to fuck me. That forward. He missed me in the parking lot, stuck his tongue in my mouth and repeated that he was going to fuck me.

    It was 'awful', not painful, more disgusting than anything. I thought of my mother, God was punishing me. But it was the only way to get pregnant. In my thoughts I thought, that's what Vicky had to go through. I never loved her more than that realization.

    I called Vicky, she was slow to answer, but the feelings were there, and after telling her what had happened to me and I was pregnant, she told me to accept it, get him to marry me, and get two or three more kids out of him. That's what she was doing, one more and she had her four.

    Like my mother, Vicky and me both divorced our husband's after getting our children. Twenty five years after college we got together again, in a house with seven children. When Vicky kisses me those twenty five years of separation melt away.

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    # 76071 - by Tammy / January 16, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 27

    I Did Everything To Please Him, But I Overplayed My Hand

    The late night at the office. It was a team effort. It got late and the team leader asked me to call out for pizza, and to get some beers at the gas station on the corner. I borrowed his truck and lost control, maybe my foot slipped off the break, and I ran into a pump. They ate pizza, with water, and my team leader and me had to deal with the little incident.

    His insurance was happy, they could of bought a gas station. His deductible was a thousand and he said I had to work it off. I had to price various sex acts at street prices and he would work it off overtime. For that time I was a whore.

    He had tried what I had and decided he would keep it. In other words, I was out of the dating pool. He had a Friday night habit with some of the guys on the line, a strip joint called Idle Times. He took me there to see what the girls did so I could entertain him. Now I was a stripper and a whore.

    After a long week with overtime every night he asked me to strip for him in his office. Once he had me in his lap, he had me bend over the desk where he did me. I stopped asking him where all this was going. Whatever, wherever, I gave him what we wanted. When he fitted me for a collar I wore it without complaining. Now in addition to being a whore and a stripper, I was his bitch as well.

    He didn't ask me to marry him, he says a slut bitch isn't his idea of his future kids' mother.

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    # 76045 - by Casandra / January 14, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Lesbian Female / 70

    The Feminist Delusion

    I think of this as the Feminist delusion.

    I was a feminist, in all it's glory. I marched for the ERA, I burned my bra, I opted in as a lesbian. I became a lawyer, worked for the ACLU. I began a legal assistance center for women, abused, divorce, discrimination. A lifetime for an empty cause.

    Somewhere in my fifties I began to recognize my disappointment. Women weren't better, they were lonelier and poorer. The utopia was a mirage, it never materialized. The lesbian life, without children is a special disappointment. The legal practice was mostly pro bono, other's winning while I was losing. It takes a cold shower to come to the conclusion, I had become the sucker of the delusion.

    Are women really better with out men in their lives? No, never. Is domestic violence one sided? No, not likely. Women are deep in it, contributing to the problem. Are women so discriminated? Or is it a convenient excuse? My experience leans to the latter, I found very rare instances of raw discrimination.

    Now let's get to the heart of the matter. Women want to marry, be a wife, be a mother. Women choose, elect, jobs, careers, vocations suited to their natural inclinations. I found no woman fighting to be an ironworker building skyscr**ers. I lost my predisposition of assuming women wanted the 'male' world.

    In sum, I am not a feminist, I've changed my mind on abortion, I regret not having married, become a mother. The ERA distorts reality. Women are human, they have their place in society, with out women being women our lives, society, would be poorer. It's okay to worship the ground he walks on, to want to bear his children, to want to cook Thanksgiving dinner. I love women, I myself am a woman, I like that about me. I find that there is no better place than sharing the kitchen with the other women in my life.

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    # 76017 - by Glenda / January 13, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 21

    I Can't Stop With Bad Choices

    The motto of my family was always 'Avoid bad choices'. They never said how you were supposed to know.

    For one I was pregnant at 17.

    I chose cosmetology over college.

    To avoid a second pregnancy I hooked up with another girl.

    I bought a car I couldn't pay for.

    And I wasn't 21.

    I was given an opportunity, a choice. Marry Tim or go it alone.

    One chance, one choice. A lifetime of poverty, or a 'wife' with this man.

    I chose poverty. That's where I am.

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    # 76012 - by Kerry / January 13, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 52

    The Difference In Grooming

    I’ve always found it funny how much men and women vary in pubic hair grooming

    While most women are fully shaved or waxed men have a natural bush. The contrast is definitely a sexy sight I think but I find it funny how women are expected to groom

    The first time I shaved my pubic hair was by request from an exhusband. I was 26 with a natural bush. The next day while he was at work I shaved. It definitely felt weird being bald but I found it comfortable and kinda sexy.

    He never groomed so it was always y bald pussy in his hairy dick. A few years later we got divorced

    During my single years I had some fun and found every guy preferred a shaved women. But they all had hairy dicks.

    I grew out my bush again and eventually met my current husband. We were dating for around 4 months when I realized he wasn’t a fan of a hairy pussy but never said anything. So I just asked how’d he’d prefer me to groom. He said he liked shaved but it wasn’t a requirement. He’d like at least trimmed.

    So at 36 I went back to shaving and have been shaved since. After having kids I switched to waxing and I’ve been waxing since. But as you can guess my husband is hairy. He never grooms. But I think it looks good on him.

    But once we got in our 50s I shaved my husband. It was his first time in his life having his pubic hair groomed. And since then he’s always been shaved

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    # 76007 - by Besty / January 13, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 33

    From Lesbian To Wife With Four Children

    During college I had a couple of lesbian type relationships. First with my freshman roommate which lasted for two and half years, the last year with girl from Tennessee. When I got home I had pretty much decided that I was a lesbian, but my mother said nonsense, you just need the right man to fuck you. I couldn't believe she came on to me like that, especially telling me I needed a man to fuck me.

    I was at a party for a high school friend that had announced her engagement and I was taken upstairs and royally fucked by one of her fiancé's friends. I walked downstairs with my self worth broken and my friend from high school told me 'it happens, suck it up'. I couldn't believe how casually she took it. I went home and told my mother. 'See, now you have a boyfriend'.

    Well, I got pregnant. He wasn't interested in anything permanent, but he also came down on me about not getting an abortion. No baby of his was going to get aborted, all of a sudden he got religion. When I went through morning sickness, which was terrible, we had a fight and he told me that it wasn't anything that any other woman didn't go through. I called him names, and he called me a 'bitch', which is just the worst thing you can call a lesbian.

    I had a dream one night, it was very real and it was me and four girls cooking in the kitchen. It was so real I woke up and felt I had been there. I told my mother and she told me nature was getting me ready to be a mother. And I needed to work on that boyfriend of mine to get married and have a house ready. We had a sit down discussion. Regardless of what he had to take financial responsibility. We were put on a schedule to date and get to know each other. I wasn't supposed to call him an asshole and he wasn't supposed to call me a bitch. He agreed eventually to get married, and we went looking for a house he could afford on his salary.

    After the closing on the house we got married. I was already eight months and when I walked down the isle. A month later I was nursing. That dream came back to me in different forms, but always with four girls. As a card carrying lesbian I had to face my future. I was married, I had a daughter, I wasn't working, and I kept having a dream of four girls. Something was talking to me. My mother said NATURE is preparing you. My friend said GOD is calling to you to have children.

    I have four children, three boys and one girl, the oldest. I live in a house in a subdivision near my parents and my husband got a job working for a friend of my father's. It's a factory that makes crates for dogs, he's the operations manager. It makes lots of money. My social life is with other women with families, I say I'm surprised that there are so many women with three or four or five kids. But once you are one of them, they come out of the woodwork. It's a mommy patrol every day, and someone is nursing. I get the pangs in me and dreams about having another one, but my husband says verboten. NO MORE CHILDREN. Fuck him, I'm getting pregnant.

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    # 75938 - by Jacky / January 10, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 47

    When I Was Young And Innocent And A Man Had Real Sex With Me

    I joined a company as a junior internal auditor right after college. It was a department with about 16 people, including the Director. I was assigned to the team that supported the external auditors. The boring period, where you had to learn the accounting system.

    In any event I had been there a year and guy was selected who was even newer than me to go Nigeria. I was upset because I felt I deserved the assignment, if for no other reason seniority. My supervisor told me that the company did not send females to certain places, period. And that I should just drop it. I didn't, and I ended up with the Director.

    He was an old man for me, and he was even more direct, 'you don't have the balls for that type of assignment', case closed. In those days that type of discrimination was everywhere, no balls no assignment, of yeah bring me a cup of coffee. My female staff members told me to cool it, there was more than plenty for me to do right in the home office. Anyway, who wanted to go to Nigeria? It wasn't where, it was international and that's what I wanted.

    Several months later my supervisor came to me and said there was an international trip that was being planned, but it was a bit our of the ordinary. It was in Argentina. Seems that there was an inside robbery, by the partner, and they needed to document it. Was I interested? I jumped on it, international, I was ready. I thought about later, I didn't have balls but they were sending me anyway.

    I was hooked up with an operations manager who was being sent to confront the partner. He was a man with many years with the company. He told me to watch my mouth and my step, and to do what I was told. In these situations I was not to voice opinions, unless it was to him and only in private. My job was to act out the role, because there wasn't anything to prove with paperwork, it was all an outside job with the help of a vendor. That is, the paperwork was perfect, but I had to play the role of being a nosy auditor.

    I flew down there from NY and then we caught a flight out to the provinces. We arrived dead tired and the operations guy inspected my room before he let me stay there. Odd? But oh well, it was international. He also kept a key for my room, I noticed but didn't say anything. We rested and after we had showered and changed we met downstairs for dinner. We first went to the bar and had a drink, and then to restaurant and he introduced me to Argentinean steak. We talked about me, all about me, what did I do for fun and what had I studied. It got very personal, especially when he started poking around my love life. I was very guarded about that but I felt the need to get it out and stop the inquisition. I like a girl, actually. Is what I told him.

    Well I like girls too, he answered. Like you, young and firm and with nice a nice ass and a pretty face. How about you, ever do an older man with experience? I was quiet, I didn't know how to answer. Tell me about this girl, he asked me. I didn't really answer, I was still thinking about what he had told me. Then like a lightning bolt, had I had sex with a man before. You know, real sex? And before I could answer he said he would be happy to be the one to pop me.

    Never in my life had I been in a conversation like that, a man so blatantly telling me he wanted sex with me. No amount of telling him that I liked a girl got me anywhere. He said it, outright, after dinner he was taking me upstairs and I could then brag that I had had real sex, not playsex with a girl. He wasn't bragging or bluffing, after dinner he took me upstairs to my room and using the key he kept, he took me in and he did what he had told me. I got up, still half clothed to wash myself in the bathroom and he called out to bring a towel and clean his dick for him.

    Well that is how I had real sex, how a man got into my pants, how I became his office girlfriend, and how I got promotions. Without a man upstairs looking after you, you could wallow in audit or accounting for years. My side of it was to make sure he didn't want another girl. It was hard work because he was always looking. Every now and then I went off the reservation and met a girl I had somehow hooked up with. I needed to get myself back to dead center. But I always went back to him. Always.

    He still tells the story of how he taught me everything, at his knee in the parlor. A puppy dog story. And I hugged his leg while he taught me.

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    # 75935 - by Sheryl / January 10, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 25

    I Have A Very Special Relationship With My Daddy Man

    Against the advice of my mother, my best friend, my own head I got into a sexual relationship with an older man at work. Yes, I am his favorite, everyone in the office knows that. I never had a father at home, or in my life. I am attracted to him sexually, but also he is my rock, the man who knows everything, the man who looks on me as a 'daughter' to care for and protect. Sex is the way we communicate.

    When he calls me to him, when he looks at me that way, I feel good in a very different way. When he puts his hands on me, takes my clothes off, when he kisses my breasts or my in between the legs, I feel good in a very different way. I am young enough to be his daughter, I don't think he does those things with her. But she is pretty enough and if he did who am I to say why not? I'm sure she likes he Daddy kissing her and holding her in that special way.

    I will be specific in that I like it when he holds me so tight I can't move around, when he holds me down so I can't escape. I like it and have come to orgasm when I'm trapped and I know what he is going to do to me. At first I barely trimmed down down there, but once I went to a spa to be cleaned up all the way around and he likes to see me like that, the little girl look. I can't blame him, it turns me on too. I love to see myself in the mirror, I cover my breasts with my arms, and I can see myself when I was ten. I always felt I had a cute little pussy and puffy mound.

    I won't lie, I always sat on my mother's boyfriend laps when they were around, and liked them to play rough with me. I was 'boy crazy' in high school, but also scared of being fucked. I gave my virginity to my Daddy and I don't regret waiting and saving it for him. Only he has been there, where no man had gone before. Only his milky white cum has been inside me, no one else has done that.

    He and I have a special relationship, and it involves being his 'daughter' that he can and does fuck. I look at his real daughter and ask myself, does she know what she's missing? If your real own Daddy wants you so bad, why aren't you giving yourself to him? I don't understand.

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    # 75915 - by Eva / January 9, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 32

    When Nature Comes Calling You Can't Out Think It, My Hormones Own Me

    As a teen I was already liberated. I was both a successful athlete and academic student. I went to a respected university on a full ride scholarship. I double majored, followed my undergrad with an MBA in Chicago. I joined a respected consulting firm, and was recruited into a prestigious corporation. I bought my condo when I was 28.

    Then why am I here, writing this. Because one day I was being assertive in a meeting and our boss brought me to heel with a look. I sat there with my tail between my legs angry and hurt. My coworker kidded me later, 'and you thought the patriarchy was over'.

    Other examples, taking 'my place' in the right seat, keeping my mouth shut until given the go ahead, a man had me cornered and I didn't dare disappoint him. A meeting, like many others and another woman served him a piece of coffee cake and a cup of coffee. My chest hurt so bad, my heart was on overdrive, I had never experienced such jealousy.

    A kitty cat couldn't have behaved more silly. I was Suzy on the spot for him. I woke up thinking of him. I went to bed playing out ever more absurd scenarios. The man is married. But nothing mattered, a lion has more than one lioness, and I was his lioness, ready to stop everything and accept my position. When he looked down the table, he would be surveying his women and his children. And I would be there, along with his wife, at the table with my children I gave him.

    I died inside when he told me "I'm married, what are you thinking?"

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    # 75894 - by Stephany / January 8, 2025
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